“My people (Ligthworker/Wayshowers and all who choose Love as Their Source of Power) will be as the wings of the Eagle in the “end times.”

Did you know that the Eagle typically lives at 10,000 feet elevations?

The Eagle has “tunnel vision,” and can see clearly for many miles. When the mighty Eagle senses a storm approaching, he will stand his ground, spread his wings and await the storm-facing it head-on. His wings lock in at a specific angle, and the strength of them makes it nearly impossible for them to bend. At this angle when the winds of the storm hit him he is lifted up, up and above the storm-where he soars quitly and peacefully in the sunny blue skies above.

The Eagle intuitively knows that he can use the “storm” for a source of power for his “up-lift-ment.”

Know that your thoughts have great power

Know that your words have great power

Know that your actions have great power

Know that your feelings have great power

Know that your attitudes have great power

Know this “Power” is Who You really Are-externally expressing This Magnificent Self.  

Think of exactly what it is that you “do” want not of that which you “don’t want, as either have identical magnetic power to draw to you what it is that’s on your mind.  

Speak only of that which is uplifting and of that which is exactly what you want to unfold into your life, speak of nothing else.

DEEPLY AWAKE – THE POINT

I have been steeping in a lovely infusion of divine mind/spirit/heart. I have been finding that things are coming together, making sense, and the synchronicities in the last twelve hours alone are mind-blowing. I smile when I remember that while cooking, with KBCO playing, each and every song had some reference to “being home”, or “welcome home” or “come back home.” It began to get surprising. It was blatant. “Home” has been Issue Number One for me this lifetime. I smiled and said out loud, “Thanky ou, guys.” I say that a lot these days. Sometimes to myself. Some people still don't understand.

That incredible longing, all the ancient memories, all the deep, profound stillness that I could never obliterate, even in my darkest days. A part of me just never believed it. But most of me felt crushing defeat, incredible loneliness, brutality, addiction, poverty, on and on and on it goes.

So what.

I am here, on the summit again, and I need to speak from biggermind. Littlemind has had its day. I am done believing littlemind. And I trust biggermind to choose my words carefully. But how much information to give? How much help, how much reality?

 -  For a while I wondered what topic I should write about in my first blog post. And then I remembered Andy Weir's story about the egg.  And I decided that might be better. A coming out of its shell story.  A breaking egg. A new Life.

It all seems so perfect.......

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THE EGG
BY ANDY WEIR